From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 89
"The only thing in this world that can make the sword afraid and make the sword crazy is the sword!"

"So... the problem is the black sword in this kid's hand?"

On top of Zhang Wuji and the others, Taoist Heavenly Killer found the source of the incident the moment something strange appeared in Jianhai and came here.

There was also an old Taoist who appeared with him.

The old Taoist has white beard and hair, wears a simple Taoist robe, and carries a blue long sword on his back.

"maybe!"

The old Taoist's face showed a thoughtful expression: "I guess this should be the wreckage of a fairy sword. After all, China was hit by the sky and the earth, countless immortals fell, and the fairy sword was broken."

"But I don't remember which fairy sword in my Huaxia inheritance looks like this."

"Ordinary fairy swords don't have such power." Tiansha shook his head.

"Could it be that person's sword?" Tian Slayer's heart moved and he asked.

The old Taoist instantly understood what Taoist Tiansha wanted to express. There was suspicion in his eyes, and he carefully looked at the sword in Zhang Wuji's hand, and finally shook his head dejectedly: "I don't know, with my cultivation level, I can't even find out the fairy sword. Not to mention that holy soldier."

"But it's okay, this son has entered Xuanyuan, time will tell us the truth."

"If...the sword of that person really came back, I think..."

The old Taoist's lips twitched, but he suddenly couldn't speak anymore, or he didn't dare to speak any more.

"Let's stop this matter!"

Taoist Tiansha was also a little terrified.

"Since this sword falls into this son's hands, then we don't want to interfere too much, and let everything take its course. If it's just a wreck of a fairy sword, it's useless to us. If it's really that person's sword... then it's even worse. It’s not something I can wait to intervene.”

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" Just as the two of them were talking, a long dragon composed of countless flying swords rushed towards them.

"Let me do it!"

"You recruited this little guy, you must have seen it before, and let me show my face this time, so I know you." The old Taoist grinned, and stepped forward to appear on top of Zhang Wuji and the others.

With a thought in his mind, bursts of blue sword light had already been swayed from the blue long sword behind him.

These sword lights shrouded the sword cliff where Zhang Wuji and the others were located like blue gauze curtains.

Those raging stegosauruses bumped into the gauze curtain, but only rippled on it, and then disappeared without a trace.

But not all the swords disappeared.

Every time a stegosaurus came over, one or two swords would pass through the green gauze tent and land in front of Zhang Wuji and the others.

Soon the number of swords that fell in front of Zhang Wuji accumulated to four.

After a little sensing, he found that the material of the sword seemed to be the same as the flying sword hidden in his sleeve.

"What does this old Taoist mean?" Zhang Wuji was a little puzzled.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it."

"Continue to try the sword!"

After taking all the sword dragons away, the old Taoist smiled at everyone on the sword cliff, and disappeared without a trace with a wave of his sleeve.

"Which senior is this?" the little fat man asked curiously.

"It's Patriarch Wan Jun who holds the Longevity Sword!"

Qingyuan continued to explain: "Patriarch Wanjun is one of the true masters of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and his cultivation is unfathomable."

"This old ancestor is really kind. Not only did he give me so many swords, but he also smiled kindly at me before leaving!" The little fat man was moved.

"This fat man is thinking about farting, but the ancestor Wanjun is clearly smiling at me!"

The rest of the people complained almost at the same time, including the Qingyuan Taoist who led them into the sect.

However, Taoist Qingyuan couldn't help being a little melancholy when he saw the flying swords piled up in front of these people, especially the spirit sword in front of Yang Sunu that exuded a cold light and obviously possessed the spirit of the sword.

"Ancestor Ji is too kind to these newcomers, why didn't he have the good luck of these guys when he joined the sect to try his sword?"

"I still don't have a spirit sword yet!"

"Envy, envy, hate...!"

Zhang Wuji was also unsure that the long-lived patriarch just now was smiling at him, and he even had a very good feeling about himself. This patriarch of sword repair gave himself and others these flying swords just to form a good relationship with him. of.

These guys are taking their own light.

He even had a clear understanding of why the ancestor of the sword cultivator only gave him a few flying swords that could not be lowered, instead of spirit swords.

This is to prevent my abnormality from being exposed to everyone.

"The old ancestor is really thoughtful!" Zhang Wuji held the black iron sword tightly in one hand, and couldn't help being moved in his heart.

How could Zhang Wuji, as the owner, not notice the strangeness of the black iron sword? He noticed it earlier than anyone else.

When this old ancestor appeared just now, Zhang Wuji was so nervous that he was afraid that this old fellow would find out the strangeness of his black iron sword and come to steal his chance.

After all, that's how it's done in novels.

He had already thought about it at the time, at worst, he would just sacrifice the black sword himself.

After all, a good man does not suffer immediate losses, and the green hills left behind are not afraid of running out of firewood.

When he has lived for 1000 years and his cultivation level is so good, he must kill this old man and turn out of Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

"Hedong for 30 years and Hexi for 30 years, have you heard of Mo bullying young people?"

As a result..., I didn't expect that this ancestor came to cover himself, and Zhang Wuji was so moved in an instant, he felt a sense of belonging to Xuanyuan Sword Sect for no reason.

Of course, he didn't completely relax his vigilance. After all, it was also said in the novel that some old silver coin people look great and upright before, but they like to bully their juniors and rob them of their opportunities.

"Be careful." Zhang Wuji warned himself secretly.

"Let's go, since you all got the flying swords, this sword test is over, let's go to the Long Night Hall to light the soul lamps for you."

At this moment, Qingyuan's mood is a bit waning.

Originally, he planned to take these juniors and younger sisters to visit Xuanyuan Sword Sect after the sword trial was completed, but now he is completely out of that mood.

"I don't even have a spirit sword, so I'm running around excitedly!"

Afterwards, the itinerary began to become tighter. The Changye hall lit the soul lamp, and the affairs hall distributed gift packages for the new disciples who joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect this time.

Sword Soul Hall selects Dao names for ten people and engraves them into sword symbols. In layman's terms, it is to make ID cards.

Zhang Wuji was lucky, and got a fairly good dao number.

Younger generation, Aoba.

In the future, when he walks in the rivers and lakes, he can report his Taoist name Qingye Taoist.

As for the big gift package, it includes 30 yuan of high-grade spirit stones that can be received every month.

A jade slip that records various basic information of Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

There are also two cassocks worn by disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect with embroidered flying sword patterns.

After getting all these things, under the leadership of Qing Yuan, everyone flew straight to the Nine Peaks of Hidden Sword.

There are more than 1 Foundation Establishment disciples of the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect living here.

Qingyuan sent several people to the assigned cave respectively, and this novice guidance mission was considered complete.

He waved his sleeves and left without taking a cloud, leaving Zhang Wuji and the others standing in front of the gate of his cave looking around blankly.

I always feel that this entrance ceremony has suddenly become a little hasty...

(End of this chapter)